Warning?

I'm not usually one to be supersticious. If I break a mirror, then I'll get a new one. My first concern isn't that I'll have bad luck for the next years, and the same goes for when I walk under a ladder (not that I walk under ladders frequently). I don't believe in those ridiculous chain letters that tell me if I don't forward this to 15 people, the little girl from the Ring is going to jump out of my television and eat me alive. Even outside of supersticion, I'm normally a skeptical person. The only thing I'm reluctant to be skeptical about is my dreams. I don't know if dreams are somewhat based on the truth or something that will happen in the future, but I believe they are a continuation of your subconscious and maybe some of your lost thoughts. Topics that you avoid thinking about in general, maybe, or topics that you thought about right before you went to bed. Basically, I don't think dreams are sporadic and meaningless, which is why I feel the need to analyze the dream I had the other night. I'm fairly sure it was Thursday night. Anyway, in my dream I was walking in upper A hall with Kinnari and the boy previously mentioned in the last entry, (I'm having issues saying his name out loud or even in writing...I feel like that's making it too personal, something I'm striving to avoid since it can only go downhill from there.) He was on the left, Kinnari was in the middle, and I was on the right. We were walking towards the commons. I sort of felt bad for Kinnari since only him and I were talking and we were talking right over her, as if she didn't exist. I don't remember exactly what I was saying but in a roundabout way (without mentioning his name), I confessed that I liked him. I probably used some major hints like, "Oh, I just met a week or two ago but I haven't been able to get him off my mind...I think you would know him fairly well...*hint hint wink wink*" He definitely knew I was talking about him because he was smiling sheepishly. Then he said, "Oh, really? Well, I'm interested in someone too...I haven't known this girl for very long either, but I realized three days ago that I really like her."
By this point it was blatantly obvious we were flirting, or at least that's what I thought, I asked him what the name of the girl was, expecting him to say my name. Instead he replied, "Hannah."
FML.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Does it mean I should give up (before I even try) on him because it's not going to work? That's the only message I can infer but oh god, I don't want it to be true. Maybe I need to forget about him now before it's too late and I get hurt again.
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